#Just a good ol boy

[andy-clutterbuck]

Nerd HQ Panel | 2014

[jwiqt]

Long time no Vergil

[peachesandcreames]

A Good Ol' Southern Boy 🔥🥵

[forlorn-crows]

𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒏 & 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒔

pairing(s): ivy/cowbell words: 795 rating: everyone

notes: cowbell is nonverbal, but has his own system of sounds for communication. for @wrathofrats who i know hasnt been feeling the best lately. here's some sickfic boys for you ♡

edit: now on AO3

Ivy cracks open the door, careful to glide past the creak in the hinges in case his mate is sleeping. “Bellflower?” he calls into the dark room.

There’s a slight rustle in the blankets, but otherwise no response.

Ivy squints. “You sleepin’?”

Another rustle, the mass of blankets shifting until the bright flash of an eye peeks out between the folds of fabric. It’s a mistake on the other earth ghoul’s part, though, because he screeches and groans, turning away from Ivy. 

Ivy sighs. “Can’t hide from me forever, sweetheart. C’mon, up.” He walks over to the curtains, parting them just enough to let a sliver of cool afternoon light filter in. 

Under the blankets, Cowbell hisses. 

“I made you the canned soup with the sta-a-r-ss,” Ivy sing-songs. Cowbell, many weeks ago, had snuck a can into the den after seeing it in the Sibling’s pantry, no doubt stocked for some of the children still running around the abbey. Ivy turned his nose up at it (even though it did smell delicious), but Cowbell slurped it down in three to four gulps with the roundest eyes he’s ever seen. Like a dog’s eyes widening as it licks whipped cream from a cup.

Consequently, he’s been fixated on it ever since, to the point that Omega had to make sure it was on their grocery list. Ivy doesn’t understand it—he could make so many better, more hearty, more fulfilling soups than this. But he thinks it may be the only way to get the other ghoul to eat anything at the moment. 

Ivy watches Bell’s horns hesitantly pop out from the covers. A curious trill follows. The bribe is working. 

“Mm-hm. But’cha have to get up if you want it.” 

Cowbell sighs. Clicks through a series of sounds that translate to Fiiiiine, give me the soup.

“That’s the spirit, bellflower,” Ivy smiles. He sets the soup on the desk he scooted across the room to serve as a bedside table while Cowbell’s been equally voluntarily and involuntarily bed-bound. Ivy draws the covers slowly away from his eyes, chirping when his eyes and nose are revealed. “Hi darlin’, let’s get you set up.”

Though Cowbell grumbles again, he lets Ivy set him up against the headboard, cushioned by pillows and still tucked into the comforters. Warm fingers brush away the jagged wisps of hair away from his slightly damp forehead, which are swiftly replaced with a cool washcloth smoothing over his face. 

Bell hums a relieved mmm, leaning into his touch. 

Ivy cocks his head, considering his mate’s condition. “Seems like your fever’s finally breaking. Still feelin’ hot?”

He whistles through his teeth. A little.

“Better than ‘on fire’ like yesterday.” Ivy trades the cloth for the bowl of soup, precariously climbing onto the bed into the space beside him. “Alright, open up.”

Cowbell sticks his tongue out between his fangs, making a sound that’s a cross between a growl and a screech, reaching for the spoon.

Ivy rolls his eyes, holding tight to the utensil. “I know you can do it yourself. But don’t pretend like you wouldn’t immediately toss this spoon aside and drink straight from the bowl, you little devil.”

He hisses. But instead of looking threatening, Cowbell slips into a lung-clearing cough. 

“And that’s why I’m not lettin’ you do that,” Ivy says pointedly, trying very hard not to sound like a mother scolding her child. 

By Lucifer’s grace, Cowbell recovers from the coughs quickly, narrowing his eyes at his mate but ultimately allowing him to spoon warm, sodium-ridden soup into his mouth. It only takes four or five spoonfuls before he’s purring, closing his eyes in appreciation with every swallow. 

“Laaaast one,” Ivy says softly once the bowl is empty, making sure to scoop up all the star noodles that are left stuck, catching them all with the spoon. Cowbell’s eyes are droopy as he takes them off the spoon, comforting warmth no doubt radiating from his belly. “Good?”

He trills and licks his lips, reaching for Ivy as soon as he sets the bowl down. He whistles a low tone, pulling him close. Cuddle.

“Do ya always gotta pull me into your sickbed, Bells?”

An indignant chirp, limbs still grabbing. Yes.

Ivy smiles fondly and shakes his head. “Alright. A little cuddle.” Ivy guides him back down into bed, stealing a pillow for himself as he slips under just one of the blanket layers. Instead of tucking himself into the crook of Bell’s neck like he normally would, he opts to cuddle around his middle, pressing his lips to his (now warm) belly. He presses his nose to his hip and hums, closing his eyes.  

“Get some sleep, bellflower.” Above him, Cowbell trills and threads his spindly fingers through Ivy’s hair.

[johix]

soft cowboys full version got flagged but apparently is visible on my blog update: oh well it is fully flagged and hidden now. I've sent an appeal and am waiting...

[pushing500]

We had a quest to give some (42) tank tops to a nearby settlement. Kwahu is a fast crafter, and we had lots of bison wool from our pet bison, Tequila, so we decided to take it. Why not?

Now we have allies! That's nice. They still get upset when we yeet toxic wastepacks into the ocean, though :(

So, remember that baby we have in cryptosleep? We haven't done anything with her yet because we were building a room (and also our dog died, then our triplet died, then we had a potentially dangerous creepjoiner, then we lost some limbs... It's been a hectic quadrum, okay??).

However, with the addition of a masterwork crib and a lick of paint, the room is finally ready, and so are the boys...

Of course, we couldn't have a baby without one last reprimand from Mechi. I wonder what the Jones boys will decide to call their new ward? 🤔

I suppose we'll find out next time...

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This episode of "A Mechanitor's Message" is brought to you by...

... Augustín the Boomrat, who just arrived today and will keep me company while I play through the rest of the series,

and...

... These friendly little stars I made at work today and left sitting on a desk for one of my coworkers to hopefully find and surely be delighted by 🙃

[timothyslucy]

the way tim rubbed kojo and gave him a few good pats after lucy left almost makes me think he had him trained to bribe her into not leaving lol. 😅

[lesbiiancrow]

here's my cowboy scarecrow

[fauvester]

I feel in my heart of hearts that jack and parse did each other dirty back in the day. both of then were stupid emotionally immature teenagers. and parse already got his ass whooped by the narrative. so maybe jack can be slow basal-level tortured by his worstie ex hooking up with his bestie teammate

[seventh-district]

“Why’s he call you Darlin’?”

on my knees begging my brain to stop trying to associate this song with Sam

[nitetrait]

posting the edit from this posepack's cover w/o text because I really loved it <3

[astracora]

Rafayel's eyes having the deep sea fish eye shine for the new card is pretty awesome tbh.

[andtheylive]

god only gave me two arms ….. how am i gonna put all the fuckass ghostfaces that went after sid in a headlock

[lavenoon]

@naffeclipse I want these two to meet so badly

[foreverdolly]

i still have half of that cowboy!austin fic written from like… over a year ago. maybe… maybe i should post it? as you said- save a horse, ride a cowboy @mydarlingelvis 😈

[letterstoear]

Three things to note about Cater Diamond!

To be honest I wanted to write three things I love about Cater, but I couldn’t come up with them. Which is the first for me. I think the only other character I struggled with like this was for Malleus. So instead of three things I love, here are three things to note. After writing all this I've grown to like Cater a bit more, so maybe you'll like more after reading this too.

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Trends with Cater

Cater is the only character who seems to follow trends to the bone in Twisted Wonderland. I have to applaud him for this, following trends and keeping up with them is hard work. However, it does speak volumes about Cater as a character too. It shows that he doesn’t have a concrete style of his own. He truly is a hollow out card and I love that about Cater.

I love this because it’s very true to many people who are still learning about themself. Or you could also take it as a way to show how many are insecure about not being liked. Both are true to Cater, so for this I have to stand and clap for how he’s written.

Memories

The collection of photos Cater takes are part memories and part viral post, but I have a feeling it’s a bit more. It’s overly obvious Cater is uncomfortable with getting too close to others, he most often prefers the opposite. However, every so often he’ll ask to take a photo with you, as seen in his many voice lines. In those moments he doesn’t mention it for being a magicam post, but rather just for a photo memory. That small detail is quite nice of him. Or maybe it’s just me misinterpreting him.

Beware of that friendly smile!

He’s one of most friendly characters in the whole cast, canon wise. Everyone, aside from Idia has little to no trouble talking to him. This, I’m sure, is due to Cater being bold and feeling no boundaries among others. Despite that, every friendly joke comes with a half-hearted truth. We see this when he engages in conversation with Malleus, calling him scary, enigmatic and hard to read. While he means it all in lighthearted banter, it rubs Malleus the wrong way. Causing Malleus to hold a grudge against Cater for it.

This wasn’t the only time Cater tried to hide behind this friendly smile of his either. In the beanfest event he purposely pushed Deuce into getting the supplies box, fully aware of the opposing team ahead. Later, he was able to use this as a chance to get the supplies as the opposing team was gone. A rather mischievous fellow.